My own poem, another ode to evanescence's power to make me cry and
want to die.
Call me when your sober fades away,
And the volume turns to tourniquet,
The lyrics so powerful,
I sing along,
Tears of blood,
Drip down all night long.
No one can see now,
No one can hear,
I switch on the radio,
And grin ear to ear,
Now something peppy comes along and steals my interest.
This was an ode to evanescence's power,
To make me cry and want to die,
And let me go again,
Evanescence.